On that day, the monks of Chanlin Temple waited outside for a long time.

It wasn't until nightfall that the abbot finally emerged from a side room.

The abbot wore a relaxed smile and gently waved to the worried monks at the door, indicating that everything was fine.

Seeing Yuanjing's calm demeanor, the monks also breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuanjing reassured everyone, "Go back now, it's just a cold. Let him rest for a while."

The monks of Chanlin Temple thought this was just a minor episode in their grandmaster uncle's journey.

After all, the next day they did see their grandmaster uncle, with a runny nose, angrily scolding the abbot for being unreliable.

In the past, when faced with such rebellious remarks from the grandmaster uncle, the abbot would usually respond with a set of Luohan punches.

But today, the abbot just looked at the grandmaster uncle with a broad smile.

The grandmaster uncle was so spooked that he immediately admitted his mistake.

The grandmaster uncle returned to normal, but the abbot seemed like a changed person.

Previously, as long as everyone wasn't starving, the abbot wouldn't go down the mountain to take on work, as he loved peace and quiet, and the noise of funeral processions was too much for him.

In the abbot's words, his chanting would be drowned out by the sound of trumpets as soon as it left his mouth.

But ever since the grandmaster uncle fell ill, the abbot frequently went down the mountain to take on work.

He took on any job, even helping young girls with matchmaking.

Moreover, the abbot actively sought out work, leaving early and returning late every day, then sitting alone on the meditation mat in front of the Buddha in the main hall, counting the money he earned and sighing.

Some monks asked the abbot why he was making money.

The abbot would cheerfully point to the worn-out Buddha statue and say, "The statue is too old, it needs a renovation."

But despite earning a lot of money, the abbot never seemed to use it for renovating the statue.

However, the abbot's character was beyond doubt within the temple, and although there was much confusion, no one seriously questioned him.

Until the abbot suddenly seemed to lose all limits...

Previously, the abbot would usually take on work alone, but later he even took the grandmaster uncle along because he earned more.

That was the grandmaster uncle!

He was so thin, just skin and bones, with sunken eyes, almost like a mummy. Standing in the Spirit Hall next to a corpse, you couldn't tell who was dead.

People even thought he might jump out of the coffin.

What was even stranger was that the grandmaster uncle, who was supposed to be in seclusion, willingly went with the abbot every day, rain or shine.

The most famous Temple Fair at Chanlin Temple also started during this period.

Things like the Water Grove Dharma Assembly, selling flower offerings, renting stalls for vendors, all began at this time.

The abbot did earn a lot from the fair, but he never seemed to spend the money.

The larger Buddha statue in the main hall was actually made of stone, with a layer of bronze paint to disguise it.

The original bronze statue was dismantled and sold off by the abbot, and he even made a profit from replacing it with a stone one.

Daily meals didn't improve despite the earnings, so where did the money go?

Over time, some monks couldn't hold back and asked the abbot why he was doing this.

The abbot would mumble like a child who had done something wrong, looking at the questioning monks with his weary eyes, apologizing repeatedly but saying nothing.

With the grandmaster uncle also stepping forward to support the abbot, the abbot and grandmaster uncle's long-standing reputation finally quelled all the monks' doubts.

Time passed, until today's Water Grove Dharma Assembly.

Yuanjing's trembling hand covered Yuankong's eyes, and he smiled with relief, finally relaxing.

He softly said, "All beings suffer, hence the wish."

"Child, you were born a Child of Buddha... but you must understand, today it is all beings who guide you to enlightenment."

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Upon hearing this, Yuankong suddenly reached out to grab Yuanjing's hand covering his eyes, but with just a word from Yuanjing, Yuankong let go.

He simply whispered, "Child, don't be afraid."

Yuanjing glanced at the two white-bearded monks beside Yuankong, nodding with a gentle smile.

The monk on Yuankong's left holding the jade purification bottle suddenly raised his arm, pouring out the contents.

A stream of mysterious yellow energy gushed from the bottle, pouring towards Yuankong.

Yaoqin stood up in astonishment at the sight.

Chu Xingchen and Li Xingtian also widened their eyes in disbelief.

Only Li Yingling stared blankly at their reactions, not understanding what was happening.

Chu Xingchen exclaimed in disbelief, "Is this... Wish Power?!"

How much Wish Power must it be to flow like water from the jade purification bottle?

But that wasn't all.

The white-bearded monk on Yuankong's right holding the Eight-Treasure Canopy placed it over Yuankong's head, gently shaking it, and Wish Power flowed from the eight colored glazed beads.

The two streams of Wish Power quickly merged.

Under the canopy, the Wish Power transformed into a series of images.

During a famine, Yuanjing distributed thousands of taels of silver, buying food for the disaster victims.

Before a flood, Yuanjing gave everything he had to block the breach and save the victims.

Yuanjing and the grandmaster uncle went out every day, saving people and healing the sick.

They held the purification bottle, collecting the scarce Wish Power bit by bit.

They gave away all the money they earned.

All the monks of Chanlin Temple trembled as they watched the images formed by the Wish Power.

Yuanjing spoke softly, "Thus have I heard."

The Wish Power trembled violently, rapidly surrounding Yuanjing.

The scene fell silent, then the two Foundation Establishment monks holding the ritual implements suddenly shouted, "Thus have I heard!"

The other monks finally realized and followed in chanting, "Thus have I heard!"

Yuankong, with a trembling voice, also began reciting the familiar sutra.

As Yuanjing continued to chant the sutra.

The Wish Power swirling around him poured into Yuankong's body!

First, it shattered the life-sustaining seal Luohan had placed within him.

This overwhelming Wish Power surged into Yuankong's body.

Yuankong felt a penetrating force fill his entire being, and although it would slowly dissipate once inside, the sheer volume of Wish Power was overwhelming, filling him bit by bit.

Despite the rapid consumption, the Wish Power was enough.

Yuankong suddenly felt the power entering his body no longer dissipate but accumulate slowly.

He quickly absorbed all the remaining Wish Power.

After completing all this, Yuanjing smiled with relief, releasing his hand from Yuankong's eyes.

But at this moment, Yuankong was still absorbing the power within, making no movement.

Yuanjing looked at Yuankong before him, recalling what Luohan had said that day.

"This seal will last at most ten years; you can't save him, it's fate."

At that moment, Yuanjing had countless arguments to refute Luohan, but he said nothing.

Now, Yuanjing muttered a rebuttal, years late:

"If everything is fate, why practice Buddhism?"

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